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Searingly Sweet (Marichat/Adrienette)

What do you do when one of paris’ most superlatively handsome heros comes knocking on your balcony door? You would panic first, right? Like, what does he want; why is he here; should I prepare something? Any and all those thoughts might run through your head I’m guessing. But what does Marinette Dupain-Cheng do when a certain leather-clad feline comes a knocking?

She gets pissed…cause duh, right?

And it wasn’t even like she was pissed at him exactly. It was more just that he happened to appear at the apex of her shitty day. Every single client the 23 year old had that afternoon was completely and utterly shitty human beings. And she gets it, a lot of schools in the area were picking up the american custom of having end of the year dances, for socializing and shit. But if she had to hear another shitty 17 year old complain about how the applique on her dress doesn’t absolutely “shimmer” in the moonlight and how the dress doesn’t make her ASS look like that american rapper Nicki Minaj’s (Which by the way if you’re gonna use french in your stage name PICK A REAL FRENCH WORD). She was ACTUALLY going to cut someone.

So it wasn’t his fault that he happened to knock on the balcony door to her apartment. Also wasn’t his fault that she happened to be in the middle of her 3rd alteration of the SAME dress at the time. But that didn’t stop her from viciously slamming open her door, rage blazing in her eyes.

“WHAT?” She roared

Her attitude instantly vanished, however, as Chat Noir collapsed into her arms. She grabbed onto his waist to keep him upright but his harsh hiss kept her hands at bay. She felt a wetness on her hand, it wasn’t raining out so it couldn’t be good. She looked down and sure enough Chat had contracted a sizeable cut above his hip and in different places along his torso.

“Holy shit!” was all she could really comment “Adrien, what happened!?”

They had long since found out each other’s identity. 21st birthdays mixed with intimate truth or dare and too many margaritas will do that kind of thing to you. But the lucky part was that nothing ever really changed for them. If anything, it made their civilian lives that much easier. Now, if anything went wrong they knew exactly where to go for safety.

Guess this was one of those times huh?

“Mari” Chat groaned out pitifully, body slumped over her petite frame

She didn’t allow him to say anything else as she carefully helped him onto the couch. She laid him down gently and rushed to get a bowl and some cool water. Returning back he didn’t look too good, hair matted from sweat and eyes squeezed shut in pain. She gingerly picked up his head and laid it in her lap. She pressed the wet cloth to his biggest cut and pressed down, shushing him softly to soothe his pain.

She looked into his eyes for an explanation “What happened? Was it a really bad akuma?”. Her heart only sank as he remained silent.

“Oh god it was, wasn’t it? Fuck, if I wasn’t so swamped with work I could’ve been there for you. You wouldn’t be like this. Adrien I’m so sorry” He lifted his hand and gently stroked her cheek. A gentle smile graced his features and she felt like bursting into tears that very moment.

“Please don’t cry, Mari” He said, his voice warmer than a summer’s breeze “I didn’t lose to an akuma. Just to a very old cat and a very sturdy tree.”

At first it didn’t click, she was far too wrapped up in her guilt ridden emotions. But then, ever so slowly, the words sunk in further and further

“Could you say that again for me please?” She said a little too sweetly “I just want to make sure I heard you correctly”

“Oh! I just said that these cuts are from me saving a pretty old cat from a tree” He scratched his head bashfully “old beast was not too appreciative and scratched me up pretty good and the tree kinda finished the job”

She stood up abruptly, knocking chat off the couch and onto the floor.

“Noooo” Chat whined as she stormed off “Don’t leave me here to perish in the cold!”

A blanket, quite unceremoniously, pelted him in the face “BUNDLE UP BITCH”

“Someone’s got their chiffon in a knot” He pouted “what? You missed your monthly ‘designer’s digest’ issue?”

Marinette sat back on the couch wordlessly, only speaking to ask him to drop his transformation so she could patch him up. Her speech was so…professional that he dropped it immediately, worried that he might’ve pushed her buttons a little too hard.

“Hey Mari, you know I was only kidding right?” this silent treatment was a bit of a first for him, he hadn’t meant to offend her, only poke at her a little “I didn’t mean all that stuff I said. I really am sorry”

He tried putting on his best sad face, nudging his head into her in the hopes that it’d melt her heart enough to forgive him. She sighed and put his head back into her lap.

“I’m not mad chat.” She said, preparing a disinfectant cloth “there’d be no point in that”

He breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn’t totally convinced but at least she wasn’t gonna kick him out of the house

“That being said, you tear up the shirt I made you. Sooooo, you deserve this entirely”

Adrien’s eyes shot open wide as a stinging, searing pain shot through his whole side. He moved to shoot up in his seat but, surprisingly, Marinette was pretty strong and held him down, giggling the entire time. A disinfectant cloth slapped to the cut would teach him a lesson or two

“OH MY GOD THAT HURTS SO FUCKING BAD” he howled out

“I know right? You must be so sorry for playing with my emotions and tearing up that shirt aren’t you?”

“I WAS ATTACKED!?!? GET THIS SHIT OFF ME!”

“That’s interesting cause, see, that doesn’t sound like an ‘I’m sorry’ to me”

“YOU ARE SADISTIC”

“And you’re still screaming. I do have neighbors you know”

Adrien gritted his teeth as he tried to bear the burning sensation traveling all through his body “I’m sorry for tearing up the shirt and playing with your emotions even though I did nothing of the sort

She pressed down on the cut harder

“I’M SORRY I’M SORRY YOU’RE RIGHT ENTIRELY MY FAULT. PLEASE SWEET MERCIFUL CHRIST LET GO!”

She took pity on his poor soul and finally released him. He rolled back onto the floor and scattered away behind her curtains

“I COULD HAVE DIED YOU PSYCHO”

Marinette was hardly perturbed “1.) I checked the bottle before-hand it was gonna sting regardless of what I did and 2.) you still have like 8 more lives, you’re fine”

Adrien was now in full pout mode “I’m not an actual cat you know. The american phrase ‘YOLO’ does actually apply to me”

“You’re so dramatic” she laughed. Scooting over on the furthest side of the couch, she stretched out her arms to lure him back to the sofa. He turned from her, refusing to even acknowledge her offer.

“Oh come on, kitty. I still have to wrap up your other cuts before they get infected”

He wrapped the curtains further up on his body “Better than dying from the shock of the pain!”

She rolled her eyes “I promise I’ll be gentler this time. And, I’ll make sure to tell you when the sting is coming”

He eyed her cautiously, coming out from behind the curtains and inching closer “I want free cuddles the rest of the night”

She sighed “fine, whatever you want”. It was like telling him he’d won the lotto, his perfect white teeth gleaming in a cheshire like grin. Adrien tossed himself on the couch, instantly slipping up her body and snuggling closely to her chest.

“You are so unbelievably spoiled you know”

“You know I think I can still feel the pain of the disinfectant. I wonder why?”

She laughed warmly and let him stay there for a while.

There was no way to really describe the relationship they had. On the one hand they were definitely friends; they had the occasional coffee meet-up with Alya and Nino, popped in on one another if they had a bad day and, duh, saved one another from certain death every now and again. They could go out and see other people, sure, but then they did things like this. Cuddle times where they just stayed silent and share body heat, sleeping in the same bed because one couldn’t be bothered to stay up enough to make the trek home, and even spending whole weekends just vegging out at home watching Totally Spies reruns on TV. It was a weird set up but if you asked Marinette if she would change anything, not a single second would be unmissed.

“Ok mon minou, let’s get you patched up before I have to clean your blood off my couch…again”

He begrudgingly agreed and left her warm hold, sitting with legs crossed and patiently awaited her medical care. She returned back with her famous “Chat almost died today” first aid kit and something thin and white sticking out from between her lips. It caught the blonde’s attention and his feline instincts began to flare up again. Nevertheless, he sat still,only moving to remove his shirt and give her space to wrap his body in bandages.

“There, all done” She said, ever so slightly proud of her work “You were a very good patient this time around kitty. Usually you’re so squirmish”

Even as she scritched his favorite spot behind his ear adrien still couldn’t get his mind off of whatever was occupying his lady’s mouth

“Uh Adrien? You ok?” She said waving a hand in front of his eyes. He blinked back to reality and smiled apologetically

“Sorry Mari guess I’m a little distracted” He laughed nervously. She shrugged it off as no big deal and left to warm up some leftovers for him.

Adrien watched her with childlike curiosity, he didn’t wanna be a real bother to her but it killed him not knowing what it was that was in her mouth. Even still, he hesitated on bringing it up, choosing instead to stuff his face with honey mustard glazed chicken and pasta.

It was maybe 20 minutes into their third episode when Adrien just stretched himself out flat onto her lap. She remarked on his keen ability to make “make himself at home” but it only went in one ear and out another as he watched her cheek poke out with the offending object.

He poked it

She switched it to the other side

He poked it again

She sat it in the middle while looking at him with a strange look on her face

He didn’t even notice as his long fingers kept poking around her face, expecting to flush it out from behind her lips

“Adrien!” She commanded, swatting his hands away “Will you please stop tha-”

“My lady, what is in your mouth?”

The question came out so abruptly that it caught her completely by surprise. She blinked confusedly at him. There was not a hint of joking attitude in his eyes so she took it out.

“It’s just a lollipop. See?” she placed it back over her tongue, sucking on it hard “Nothing special. Cherry flavor I think”

Adrien didn’t exactly know what to feel. Yes, he got the answer he’d been looking for but, at the same time, a cherry lollipop? Really?

“Why didn’t you say you got one?” He fussed

“Why do you care? Kitty, it’s just candy”

He didn’t really have a witty retort to that so he kept silent, rolling over in her lap and facing the TV. Marinette assumed he’d finally gave up so she settled back in her seat.

“I want one”

She groaned, rubbing her temples soothingly

“No, Kitty you may not have one”

Adrien poked out his bottom lip “Why not, you have one”

“Ok, And?”

“Where do you keep them?”

“If I told you that it wouldn’t be a secret stash would it?”

He almost took offense to that “Why would you keep it a secret from me? Do you not trust me?”

“To not eat all my candy without me knowing? No”

“I’d replace it”

“Adrien the last time you ‘replaced’ my candy stash it ended up being more expensive than my rent”

He pulled her into a face squishing hug “Maaari let me have one”

She struggled to push away him away, he was stupidly strong when he wants something “No dammit let me go!”

Adrien finally released her and suddenly stood up. If she didn’t know any better she would’ve assumed that she got the hint. But, sadly, she did and, without remorse, glared him down.

“Chaton, don’t you fucking dare”

He shot out of the living room and into the bedroom down the hall. She chased after him, knowing exactly where he was going and for what. Just as she suspected, Adrien was making quick work of her room, sifting between the sheets and crawling beneath the bed.

“Quit it you fucking sugar addict!”

“Let me have my fix and I will!”

“No!”

“Then the hunt continues!”

Her room was becoming an utter mess. Clothes were being tossed everywhere, it was like a horror movie. She forced him into a corner to maybe try and talk things out somewhat civilly but the blonde bastard just carefully scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, breaking out from the corner to just fuck up her room even more.

They were on the floor now, huffing and wheezing as they tried to catch their breath. Adrien looked everywhere, the sheets, under the bed, in the closet. He even took the ultimate risk and went through her drawers (The kick to his gut proved that that wasn’t too good of an idea). But still no sweets for a little blonde boy named Adrien

“Please tell me you quit” She huffed out

“It’s not fair” he whined “all I wanted was something sweet”

“I just fed you”

“Dessert is an important part of every meal”

He clambered up onto his feet and stumbled back, knocking into the wall behind him. There was a clamor from the top of Marinette’s closet. She prayed that he didn’t hear it….it was a stupid prayer let’s be real here.

“Hey Marinette”

“Yes Adrien”

“What’s in your closet”

“You looked in there yourself…nothing”

She didn’t dare move from the floor as he stared her down

“If I go over there right this very second, you’re not gonna move”

“I see no reason to do so”

The millisecond he moved toward that closet door she raced in between him and the doorway. A dark smile stretched across his lips. He moved in close and she could hear his heartbeat in her ears. He leaned down, his breath tickling her ears.

His voice made her knees weak “It’s in there, isn’t it my lady”

She sucked on her cherry blowpop harder and harder as she shook her head vigorously

“Then what did I hear in the closet. If it’s not what I’m looking for then what’s there to worry about?”

Her eyes looked everywhere but his own vibrant green ones. He knew what that tone of voice did to her and did it anyway.

Adrien snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the door. His stares were so paralyzing she couldn’t say that she even noticed. They walked over to the bed and gently pushed her onto its soft sheets. He climbed atop of her, smoothing his hands across her skin

“Be a good girl and stay here, ok?”

This man could’ve told her to commit murder and all she’d need was a spoon and a name

He moved back over to the closet and rooted around its dark shelves. Eventually he noticed that the side wall was uneven. Sure enough, when he pressed down on it the panel fell away to a secret hole in the wall, complete with its own neatly painted shoe box.

“Hello my sweet”

He was a kitten on christmas coming out from that closet. Pressed close to his chest the box clearly said ‘Keep out, especially you kitty!” but he couldn’t care less, soon he would indulge himself in a sugar sweet paradise.

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, THIEF”

Or at least he would if she didn’t break out of her lust induced trance

He bolted out of the room, eyes darting left and right for any kind of hiding space. Alas, it was no use. Marinette had him stuck in the kitchen corner with nowhere left to run. She took a cautious step toward him and he grabbed the first thing he could, a deluxe chocolate bar that she’d been saving for a super shitty day

Much like this one actually

“S-stop! Kitty, just leave the box on the counter”

“Fine! I’ll just take the chocolate bar then”

“THE CHOCOLATE BAR TOO!”

He tore off the label, never once taking his eyes off hers

“Put it. Down”

A corner of the aluminum wrapping hit the floor and her mind went into a blind panic. He was really gonna eat it if she didn’t come up with something!

He opened his mouth comically wide and brought it to his teeth

‘ThinkThinkThinkThinkThink!’

And as he brought his teeth closer together for bite she decided that she had no choice

Marinette ripped the candy from her mouth and pressed her body roughly against his, grabbing a fistful of his hair and bringing their lips together.

That alone would be seared into his subconscious for the rest of his life but what followed would follow him for as long as time stood.

Cherries, the syrupy sweet taste of artificial cherries flooded his tastebuds as her tongue slipped between his lips and into every corner of his mouth. His mind couldn’t take it to the point where he just dropped the box in his hands altogether, grabbing tightly onto her hips and savoring the flavor as much as he could.

But as soon as it started, it ended. She backed away from him, face redder than the candy in her hand.

“Never touch my stash again”

He tried to speak but she shoved the red sucker into his cheeks

“And I’m sure you’ve probably earned that”

She gathered up her box and walked out the kitchen, grumbling something about ‘Stupid cats’ and ‘putting it in a safe next time’

Adrien’s favorite flavor used to be chocolate

He was fairly certain that’s not the case anymore.

“Flat out” - h.s. Part 3

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Before Harry came back to London, you had always enjoyed that your flat was kind of a drama free zone. You never invited anyone over, except for Felicity who came over on weekends to study, and you always had a sense of clear calm and peace to have your work zone and just enjoy yourself.

But when Harry came back for longer than just a couple weeks, things did become different. You didn’t mind though considering it was technically his apartment, and it was just his space as much as it was yours. But you knew that the only reason the flat had been so quiet was because you had been the only one in it. And now that Harry was back, you both found a way to express yourselves through some louder words every once in a while.

With the arrest of diTorino and his buddies, you really didn’t feel unsafe in any way. But that didn’t seem to matter to Harry as he drove you in silence back to the flat you shared. He was quiet, a brooding angry quiet that you didn’t want to mess with, and you decided not to allow it to bother you in any way as you dropped your keys and shoes at the front door and made your way inside.

You’d seen Harry angry on multiple accounts. There had been the whole cupcake fiasco at Liam’s birthday two years ago, and then that paparazzi that had almost knocked you over during your time in Canada. And though it was scary at times, you never took it that seriously because you knew he was nothing more than a softy on the inside.

So you didn’t take it into thought as Harry slammed the door behind you while you walked over to the kitchen.

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Surprise (M)

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 4916 words

Plot: It’s Baekhyun’s birthday and he’s in for a surprise.

Happy belated birthday, Byun Baekhyun. ❤️ This guy right here is the love of my life. My ultimate bias and the light of everyone’s life. I hope he stays happy and healthy forever. He deserves all the happiness because he blesses my life and many others with it everyday. Thanks for everything, Baekhyun. ❤️❤️❤️

It was the day before Baekhyun’s birthday. The boys were on their way back to their hotel in Macau for a show which they had just completed and a festival which they would be performing at the following day. The day of Baekhyun’s birthday.

Baekhyun engaged in conversation with Junmyeon, Xiumin and Yixing as the four of them sat together in the small van. The other five members were in a different van because there was no way all nine of them could fit into the vehicle. The driver hummed to himself, not at all paying any mind to the chatter resonating across the car.

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No Escape

Genre: Apocalypse Au / Future Fluff / Future Angst / Future Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 2,140

Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies and blood, gory 

“Find some food Y/n. Find shelter and water. If you see anyone that’s not dead, don’t approach them. Don’t trust anyone.”

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Powerful - Jungkook

I was supposed to finish this in November but I got lazy. But here it is!

-Admin Tamra

Listen to Powerful by Major Lazer while reading!

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Summary: Jungkook has a girlfriend, but is in love with (Y/N). They’ve been friends with benefits for a while and (Y/N)’s had enough. It’s one or the other.

Type: Angst/Smut Song-Fic (With smut)

Warnings: Sex Scenes

Member: Jeon Jungkook of Bangtan Boys (BTS)

(Y/N) remembers the first time they had sex. Jungkook had gotten into a big argument with his girlfriend and it was the heat of the moment. She remembers the noises the headboard made while it pushed against the wall from the intensity of his thrusts. She also remembered the moans and groans of her name that came from his mouth.

She thought of how his hands felt while they held onto her hips, holding her as he thrust deeper and deeper. His lips, softly sucking on her neck, leaving his mark behind. She’d have to cover those up of course, but they both knew they were there.

They did this every time they got in an argument. He’d usually pop up around 1 AM, she’d open the door, and the next thing you know, they were both in the sheets.

The most amazing thing about their sex was their orgasms. It wasn’t a usual orgasm that lasted for about 10 seconds. It was a very strong orgasm that lasted as long as it could. They could see stars while they orgasmed.

The thing was, is that he was never able to stay. (Y/N) felt so empty when she woke up in the morning, not feeling the warmth that was next to her as she fell asleep.

“You know we can’t do this forever?” She asked, as he slowly pulled out of her.

“I know.” He’d reply as he got up to throw the condom away in the trashcan in the bathroom.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I’m not sure yet.” It was always his response, and she hated it.

She wanted real love. She wanted to know that when she woke up, he’d still be there. She wanted to know that those ‘I’m not sure yet’s would eventually end up as ‘I’m going to leave her’ or ‘I’m not gonna go back.’ But they never did.

He was her energy. There was a time where she could tell that she was his energy too. But now she wasn’t so sure. He became unfeeling and wasn’t as open with her. He used to talk about what happened while she fell asleep, but know he just rolled over to the side and waited for her to fall asleep.

Little did she know, he felt the same way. She didn’t ask what happened, she just kept quiet, keeping to herself. He was thinking about leaving (Y/N), but he knew he couldn’t allow that. But he couldn’t tell his girlfriend why he had broken up with her.

‘I don’t love you anymore.’

‘I’ve found someone else.’

He thought of things to say but the truth was he’d been cheating on her for the past 3 months with his best friend.

It had happened again, but this time, she had left. Jungkook called you at around twelve and asked for you to come over. 

“We got in an argument again, she left so you can come over.“ 

You bit your lip as you listened to him, it was risky, but you had been craving his touch again. They hadn’t had an argument recently so you’ve been having to get off on your own. 

“Jungkook, that’s risky. She can come home at any moment” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. 

“(Y/N) please, I need you.” He quietly whined and you decided not to make him beg. 

“I’ll be there in 10.”

When you arrived, Jungkook was immediately trying to get his hands in your pants.

“Woah, I don’t even get a hi?” You pouted, pushing his hands away from you.

“Hi.” He says quickly before leaning in and kissing you, his hands attaching to your waist.

You moaned into the kiss and he carried you to his bedroom, not breaking the kiss in the process. He quickly rid you both of your clothes and was working on sliding the condom on his member. His hands were shaking from excitement so you grabbed it from him and slowly slid it on his cock. 

He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in, not giving you a moment to adjust. He quickly thrust into you, letting out loud moans with each one. 

His hand moved down to your clit and started rubbing it quickly. Your vision clouded as you clenched around him and released yourself.

You were letting out loud moans, riding out your orgasm as you heard an unknown voice.

“J-Jungkook?”

You gasped as he quickly pulled out of you and looked in the direction of the voice. 

“Shit.” You quickly got up, ignoring Jungkook talking to his girlfriend, pleading for her to listen.

You got dressed quicker than you ever had before and left without saying a word. As you arrived home, you immediately dropped onto the ground and cried. You cried for hours, before finally passing out from exhaustion around 4 AM.


Weeks. It had been weeks since you’ve heard from Jungkook. No calls, no texts, nothing. You eventually stopped trying and tried to move on. You started hanging out with your friends and flirted with some nice men, but never got into a relationship. You didn’t trust yourself anymore. You had helped him cheat on his girlfriend.

You had just gotten off of work when you saw him, he was sitting down at one of the tables in the small restaurant and you panicked. You grabbed your things, quickly said goodbye to your co-workers and got out of there as fast as you could. 

He saw you leave and rushed out after you.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N) wait!” He called after you.

You quickened your pace and so did he.

“(Y/N)!” He sighed as he grabbed onto your wrist, making you both stop.

You were crying at this point. “Just leave me alone Jungkook.” 

His features softened as he pulled you to him, sighing as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have brought you into that. It just hurt all 3 of us.” He bit his lip as he wiped away the tears streaming down your face.

“One chance-” He begged, watching you intently for any reaction.

You shook your head, “No Jungkook. We can’t-”

He cut you off, “One chance (Y/N), please. I love you and only you. I was a coward. I didn’t want to hurt you. But give me one chance to make it right.”

You thought for a minute before sighing.

“One chance Jungkook. Fuck up and we’re done.”

He smiled and pulled you into a tight hug, pulling you as close as he could. You could hear his rapid heartbeat with your head rested on his chest. He broke the hug and planted a soft kiss on your lips and whispered, “One chance.”

(un)deniable. | taeyong

Member: Lee Taeyong / Reader
Group: NCT
Word Count: 2,400+
Genre/Warning(s): college!au, romance, fluff
A/N: requested by @perrpfoudre Thank you for being so specific with your request, it really helped a ton. I also apologize for taking ages to post this, I know this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile, but thanks for being patient. I hope you enjoy, darlings!

Originally posted by taesyong

(un)deniable.

Late in the evening, just before dusk breaks, water trickles between the spaces of your soapy fingers to run along the ceramic plate. The silence wrapping around your frame seems oddly comforting, despite being accompanied by another with little to no words. At least he’s assisting you while washing the dishes from the dinner your family had devoured.

And yet, even as he stands next to you and rinses the dishes you pass him, there’s a space for conversation that neither of you care to fill. Many would call it awkward or perhaps even rude for a guest to remain so quiet, unwilling to offer some kind of casual chit-chat, but you’d beg to differ just this once.

Lee Taeyong is an exception, for his silent nature isn’t disconcerting.

In fact, it’s compelling.

You give him fleeting glances, like a child filled with insatiable curiosity toward something new; something fascinatingly unusual. That something for you is Taeyong.

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anonymous asked:

Hi there! How about #87 Dean/Reader :)

“Stay awake.”


The fight was over, the bitch was dead, all should’ve been well and good, right? Wrong. Her head had bounced off the cold concrete floor of the basement, a loud cracking noise sounding throughout the empty abandoned house. 

“Sammy!” Dean yelled, his voice breaking, much like her skull. 

“What? What happen- oh no.” Sam ran to meet Dean, crouching on the floor, hovering over her unconscious body. 

“Sweetheart, please. I need you to wake up.” Dean begged as her eyes fluttered open. “That’s my girl.” 

“I’m not your,” she sputtered, groaning and reaching up to hold her head. “Not your girl.” A defiant pout came over her features, making Dean smile through the tears pouring from his eyes.

“Not my girl.” He shook his head. “You’ve always been my girl. Now I need you to do something for me, okay?” 

She gave him a small nod and clenched her eyes shut, waiting for his request.

“Stay awake. You gotta stay awake, sweetheart.” He pleaded.

“Dean, I’m so tired…” Her voice faded as she unclamped her eyes and let her facial muscles relax.

“I know, but me and Sammy gotta get you to a hospital. I need you to stay awake. Promise me you will.” Dean was crumbling, trying his best to stay strong for her and for his brother.

“Promise I’ll try, Winchester. But I’m not your girl.” The right corner of her mouth pulled up into the tiniest smile. “You haven’t asked me yet.” She looked up at him with a faint glimmer of hope behind her eyes.

Dean took the hint, gently pressing his lips against hers, his lower lip molding between the two of hers, barely moving, just feeling one another’s kiss for the first time. They stayed there, faces touching, conjoined at the mouth, until she pulled back to take in a breath. Her last breath before her head slumped against his chest and her body went limp in his arms.


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History

[title] History

[pairing] 1940′s!Bucky x Reader

[plot] AU in which Bucky makes it home to his girl after the war.

[warnings] language, mentions of the war

[a/n] i didn’t edit this so if there’s errors just pretend like they don’t exist.

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

[y/n] pulled her coat tightly around her, seeking relief from the cold September air. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, her eyes focused on a single crack on the concrete. Nervousness flooded her veins and occupied her entire being and he was all she thought of. Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.

She hadn’t received any news or a letter announcing the death of James Barnes, but news travels slowly and it seemed like she was always the last to know news about Bucky while he’s been away.

Blood pounded through [y/n]’s ears and all she could hear was the dramatic pounding of her pulse as the worst case scenario fluttered through her mind. So she didn’t hear the approaching train, she didn’t hear the excited squeals of the women beside her waiting for their lovers and the giggles of the children, ecstatic to see their fathers again. It was only when a woman pushed past her to get a better look at the grinning men, sticking their heads out of the train’s windows, in hopes to spot their families or just to feel the patriotic buzz that the breeze carried in 1945, that she glanced up.

Her eyes shot up as all of her senses stung her at once. The train, the cheering, the rugged, but joyful soldiers. Her eyes darted across the train windows, hoping to spot Bucky early to put an end to all of this stress. She checked once, twice, three times. Nothing. She let out an uneven breath as she tightened her grip on her coat, needing to hold onto something.

And then all the soldiers begin to pile off of the train and something rises in [y/n]’s stomach and she thinks that she’s going to throw up because she watched them all flood onto the platform and she checked every goddamn face one by one as the relieved soldiers were welcomed home and none of them were him. Him. The man that had pined after her for years before she said yes, the man that treated her like she was a fucking angel on earth, the man that had promised her a wedding proposal if he ever made it back.

(His exact words were “when I make it back”, but [y/n] knew damn well that the correct word was “if”.)

It took almost a half hour to get everyone off, but it felt like decades to [y/n]. And when no more soldiers were wrestling to get off the train, [y/n] had yet to see Bucky’s homecoming.

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I’m going to take good care of you, okay? // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Y/n goes into labor, Shawn freaks out, everything ends up okay

Requested: no


“I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I can’t do this, SHAWN I am going to kill you as soon as this baby is out of me!” I almost scream, breaths labored.

“It’s okay, baby just hang on, we’re almost at the hospital,” Shawn says calmly reaching over to grab my hand.

“Both hands on the wheel! Do you want to kill us?” I say, panic laced in my words. 

Shawn laughs, “Y/N calm down honey,”

“Tell me to calm down!” I groan, pain blossoming up from my stomach to my spine, the contractions getting stronger as time went on.

“Okay, Okay sorry, we’re here,” Shawn rushes to pull up out front, leaving the car in a five minute zone before pulling the car door open and helping me out the car, one arm wrapped around my back the other holding my hand. I squeeze his hand hard just as we walk through the door, another contraction hitting me.

“Hi,” Shawn says reaching the front desk where a receptionist looks up from the computer. “My wife’s having a baby and I just wondering if there was a doctor available?” Shawn asks. “She was due next week and we did book in with Doctor Marion, but if she’s busy-”

“Shawn! Baby!” I say through clenched teeth. He glances at me smiling sheepishly.

“Y/N? Mr Mendes? Is something wrong I wasn’t expecting you until next week?” I turn around to see Dr Marion herself walking over from where I assume she just exited from the cafe.

“The baby decided now was a good time to arrive,” I say, a smile appearing on Dr Marion’s face.

“The little guy decided to come now did he,” She goes behind the desk pressing certain buttons on the dial pad before picking up the phone.

“It’s a boy?” Shawn asks, his face in shock. I knew the gender of the baby but Shawn decided to wait.

“No honey, she’s just generalizing,” I say patting his chest. 

“Oh… so that means its a girl?”

“Shawn!” I say, groaning as the pain intensified.

“I’m having nurses come down from floor 2 which is the nursery and they’re going to set you up and bring you into the delivery room. Mr Mendes, do you mind filling out this paper work and I also recommend calling your family or friends now to let them know that Mrs Mendes has gone into labor,” Dr Marion instructs, helping me cling to her instead of Shawn, starting to lead me to the elevators just as the nurses appear.

“Wait so I can’t stay with her?” Shawn asks rushing forward, not wanting to leave me.

“We will call you in when she’s ready to deliver,” She says and I’m rushed into the elevator and that’s the last I saw of Shawn.


“Its all going to be okay Y/n” a nurse near my head says. I groan, a drop of sweat rolling down my forehead. 

“I think you’re nearly ready Y/n,” Dr Marion tells me before murmuring something to a nurse who than exits the room. 

“Where’s she going? Is something wrong? Is the baby okay?” I ask in a rush trying to sit up but the nurse gently pushes me back down.

“She’ll be back, everything’s fine,” Dr Marion says. I close my eyes as pain shoots through my body.

The door opens again and I hear rushed footsteps. 

“Y/N? Her eyes are closed, no- don’t tell me she’s dead,” Shawn’s voice fills the once calm delivery room.

My eyes fly open. “I’m not dead you knucklehead,” I say glaring at him.

“Y/N” Shawn nearly squeals rushing over to me, a worried look on his face. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Do you need anything?” He moves the hair that fell on my forehead off my face. 

“I’m fine, the only thing I need is for you to calm down,” I say, the anger I was feeling not meant to be directed at him but I couldn’t help the tone of my voice coming out harsher than I intended it to.

“Sorry, yes, I will, sorry baby,” Shawn says straightening up. 

“Okay Y/N we’re ready for you to push now,” Dr Marion says just as a contraction reared its ugly head. 

“Shawn, talk to me,” I rush out gripping his arm that was lent on the bed. 

“Alright, um I’ve got this,” Shawn mumbles to himself kneeling down so that his head was closer to mine, holding my hand as I groaned.

“I called Mum and Dad, and Aaliyah,” He says stroking my head as I grumbled lowly about the pain. 

“Yeah?” I breathe.

“Yeah, they’re all in the waiting room right now, waiting, they’re all very excited to see you and baby,” He says, his eyes alight with excitement.

“What about my parents?” I ask, gasping as a sharp pain hit me.

“Nearly there Y/N, keep pushing!” A nurse tells me.

“I rang them as well. They’re seeing if they can get an earlier flight than next Tuesday but they said that they will be here as soon as possible,” I nod as he kisses my knuckles.

“Shawn!” I yelp suddenly, just remembering something important. “We forgot to buy a stroller,” my eyes wide in disbelief.

He meets my eyes, “Shoot we did,” He groans at the same time as I do, mine of course, one in pain.

“How did we forget that? Dammit,” 

“It’s okay” I pause, gasping, “We’ll just,” another gasp, “go get one when I’m out of here,”

“Keep pushing, the head is nearly out now Y/n” Dr Marion tells me, looking up at me. “You’re doing absolutely amazing,”

“Here that!” Shawn gazes at me proudly. “You’re doing fantastic,” 

“I am never doing this again. Ever,” I say, tone firm. Shawn grins.

“You so will,” He says, chuckling slightly.

I glare at him sharply before my eyes soften. “You’re right,” I sigh as one more painful contraction leaves me.

 A small cry fills the room, Shawn freezes turning to face the Doctors as I shoot upright, ignoring the pain of the quick movement.

“Is that..?” Shawn asks quietly.

“Congratulations!” Dr Marion says, and I flop back on the bed, taking that as an okay sign. “Here’s your beautiful baby boy!” She says and I look to Shawn watching as a grin breaks out on his face, his hand reaching up to ruffle his hair in disbelief. 

A nurse walks over to us holding our baby wrapped in blankets. She passes him to me and I sit up, holding him, taking my first glance at our baby boy.

“God he’s beautiful,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes as Shawn leans forward wrapping an arm around my shoulders, both of us not paying attention to the nurses cleaning up around us.

“He looks like just like you,” I say looking at Shawn whose eyes are glued to the baby. Just than he opens his eyes, recognizing my voice. Big brown eyes peer up at me. “Awh look, its your eyes too,” I say, a grin crossing my features.

“Do you mind if I take him? We need to weigh him and just make sure everything is healthy? We’ll only be 5 minutes tops then we will bring him back,” A nurse asks me and I hesitantly give the baby to her, not wanting to part with my little bundle.

I look to Shawn who still looks shocked. I place a hand over his. “You okay Shawn?” I whisper.

“I just-” he clears his throat. “I can’t believe this, it doesn’t seem real. We have a family now,” Shawn says, the spell seeming to break and a grin emerges. 

“Isn’t it exciting,” I say pressing a kiss to his cheek. He laughs his nose brushing my cheek as the nurse returns with our boy again, this time passing him to Shawn.

The baby looks up at Shawn, one of its tiny arms reaching up and he grunts softly. Shawn reaches a finger up, the baby latching onto his forefinger. I watch, smiling as Shawn interacts with our boy. 

“I’m going to take good care of you, okay?” Shawn whispers before pressing a kiss tho his forehead softly. He looks at me, the grin never leaving his face.

“Our family,” I whisper and he nods. “Our family.”

lostandfoundinthebackofmymind  asked:

"What Have I Done" in which Yuuri remembers everything he did at the banquet. (That was the best I could do. That's actually probably a shitty prompt sry)

What Have I Done

Summary: (or the one in which Yuuri remembers everything he did at the banquet.)

leave me an imaginary fic title/summary and i’ll write you something!

Of course, the videos helped jog his memory.

(Drinks, dancing, hands on his hands, his hands on hands, his mind blissfully wiped of the events that had happened in the days before—the falling, the failure. A gentle touch, a gentle dance, and then, alternatively, a pole, beads of sweat, the pull of seduction.)

But the rest really comes from quiet contemplation. He sits on his hotel room bed with his hands folded in his lap, turning them over from palm to back from palm to back again and again in a hope to stop the memories from breaking the dam of repression. It’s all vague, really, but as soon as he recalls the blue eyes that he hadn’t previously been able to recognize the details start to come forth.

“I always thought you’d remembered,” Victor says, and there’s a towel around his neck and sweatpants hanging loose around his ankles. He collapses on his own bed, arm automatically reaching for his phone on the nightstand. When he unlocks it, his eyes drift over to Yuuri. “You should shower. It’s getting late.”

He’s not sure he’ll ever sleep again. His heart pounds. “What did I say?”

Victor raises an eyebrow and there’s a click as he locks his phone again. He sets it back on the nightstand and rolls onto his side to face Yuuri fully. “You mean that night? What did you say that night?”

Yuuri nods. “I remember some of it, but I…” He squeezes his eyes shut in frustration. There are parts that are blank. Too many parts. “What did I say to you?”

“You asked me to be your coach,” Victor recalls, sounding thoughtful. “You told me that your family ran a hot spring, but you didn’t…” He exhales. “Didn’t even say your name. I recognized you, but…”

At that, he winces. “You must’ve thought of me as so—”

“You were the most brilliant thing I’d ever seen.”

Yuuri’s words catch in his throat. He coughs, and the bed sinks beside him as Victor sits, placing a hand on his arm. Yuuri automatically pulls away. When he sees Victor’s features fall, he buries his face in his hands, elbows digging into his knees. “T-That doesn’t make sense.”

“What doesn’t make sense?”

“That I was the most… You don’t have to lie to me to try and make me feel better. That doesn’t work.”

“I’m not lying to you.”

Yuuri looks up, searches his eyes for any sign of deceit. But it’s Victor, it’s Victor, of course it’s Victor, so there isn’t any, couldn’t possibly be any. He launches himself into his arms and bunches up the fabric of his shirt in his fists, letting tears of unknown origin wet the polyester.

For a while, Victor just strokes his hair.

Yuuri sniffs. “Was I really…?”

“You still are,” Victor tells him seriously. He pulls Yuuri closer. “You still are.”

7

Hypno : “ I want to thank you all. For having given me a chance. It means the world to me.

I was very afraid of people and pokemon’s reactions when I created this blog ! I needed help with my pokedex but the thought … of scared eyes … Hatred messages because of my species… I almost didn’t sign up.

Thank you for helping me on my quest and sending me asks to know me more ! It is … Oh gosh golly ! I am tearing up ! Haha ! 

Thank you. With all my heart. Thank you. “


Mod : “ WOALY SHIET I WANTED TO MAKE THIS POST SINCE I STARTED RECEVING SCARED AND HAPPY MESSAGES ABOUT HYPNO … being a hypno ….!

I rushed it a bit and messed some things and I don’t know how to fix it but I gave up long ago so yeah ! =w =“

Thank to anons, @nihilagis, @kaijulover142 and @occassional-sylveonbrothers for your messages !

Featuring @occassional-sylveonbrothers and Anon !

To Have You Again - Thranduil

Originally posted by thranduillover2013

38. “Because even the sun can wish to be among the stars.”

43. “Do you think you could be happy here? With me?”

A/N: This request was also sent with another for Sauron. It will not be posted until all are done, just because I have no idea how to write it. :)

Warnings: Mentions of war

Words: 1500

My bare feet padded against the cold, wooden walkways that weaved their way through the realm of Mirkwood, the light clinking of elvish armor accompanying my soft gait as two elves, clad in golden armor, silken hair flowing behind them, led me to the throne room.

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anonymous asked:

50 with Peter Maximoff (X-Men) please :)))

50: “Nothing is wrong with you.” ft. Peter Maximoff

Part of my 1000 Follower Fun drabbles set

Originally posted by fandomediiits

When (y/n) ran down the stairs to Peter’s basement; she had no idea where he was.
Usually he’d be sprawled out on the couch, or have left a note telling her to help herself to questionably bought snacks that he’d leave on the table while he was out. But today wasn’t a typical day.
She kicked off her shoes, calling his name as she walked through to the area where he slept.
He was sitting on the floor; staring at the palm of his hand. His eyes looked red and stuffy, his shirt crumpled.
“Pete?” she asked, worry evident in her voice. “What’s wrong?”
Peter sniffed, wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands.
“Nothing. I’m fine” he replied, closing his eyes slowly.
“You can talk to me, Peter. About anything” she breathed, kneeling down beside him. The floor was cold and hard against her skin, making her shiver.
“Am I…am I broken?” he breathed, clenching his jaw hard “is there something wrong with me?”

(y/n) felt her heart drop, concern softening her features.
“Nothing is wrong with you. You’re exactly who you’re supposed to be”.
A tear tracked down his cheek, and he smiled sadly.
“Y’know, growing up” he swallowed “I liked being different. It made me…me. But I don’t know now. I want to know who I am without…this” he gestured to his hair, shades of silver waving to his cheekbone.
(y/n) said nothing. She turned over, pushing her back against the wall and sitting down next to him. Their shoulders brushed together, and Peter stared at the point where they made contact.
“Being different is hard. But it’s also good. You’ve saved more people than you know” (y/n) whispered, her hand reaching out to brush his knee. The places where it made contact sent shivers through her fingertips.
“I know. I can’t change who I am, or be who I’m not, or whatever” he sighed “I just want to have something real. Something to hold onto. Something I did as Peter, made real as Peter. And not as some…freak”.

She leaned in, and Peter’s eyes tracked to her lips. He licked his bottom lip softly, blinking the tears out of his eyes.
“You are so much more than you know” (y/n) whispered, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear “so much more”.

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Here is our little dark cupcake called Saeran. This is definitely AU as he didn’t go to high school or anything like that but hey, I can hope that in another 2D universe he didn’t have such a sucky life and is just the broodier, edgier punk of a kid who shops at Hot Topic/Dangerfield/Off Ya Tree (Aussie here ^_^) and begs his mother for money for a new piercing for his birthday. In my head I could see troubled adolescent Zen and Saeran being besties sans motorcycle gang. 

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Does This Make You Happy? - Alex summers pt 2

Summary : when the boy from the ice-cream shop swings by the school to see his little sister Alex gets mad and walks in on your sleeping, and confesses how wrong he was and how le loves you.

Word Count : 1k+

Warnings : cursing, angst, more fighting, angry alex

Prompt : (52) “Don’t look at me like that.” (55) “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

Pairing : alex summers x mutant!reader

A/N : omg so much angst, so much.

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Originally posted by fyeahlucastill


You hadn’t seen, heard from, or talked to Alex in a week. After that day when you two -well you- ended things, you both seemed to shut down. You didn’t go to any of your classes, you didn’t go to any of your training sessions, you barley ate, and you couldn’t sleep. Alex was going through some of the same things. He wouldn’t go to his training sessions, he’s being a jerk more than usual, he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat, he drank all the time. You missed him, god did you miss him, but you weren’t going to go back to him after what he had said to you.

At the moment your head was tucked in between your knees and silent sobs escaped your dry mouth. Tears stained your cheeks, your bed spread, and your clothes. This hurt a lot more than any of your other break ups did, and maybe it’s because you had seemed to have such a deep connection with Alex, and now that you’re apart it just hurt not to be near one another. Old memories and conversations ran through your mind, even little flashbacks would appear behind your eyes when you closed them. When Jean was around that’s all she could hear, she could just hear your thoughts and your conversations in your head, and they were so sad that even she stopped hanging around you. Your best friend didn’t even want to be near you.

Sniffling you wiped your eyes and got up, brushing out your hair and throwing it into a messy bun. You trudged down stairs, keeping your head down so that no one would see how pathetic you looked. You walked into the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle and then going back up to your room.

“Y/N?” Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to recognize the voice that said your name. Slowly turning around you were shocked to see Leo, the boy from the ice-cream shop. Shit. You thought to yourself as you plastered on a fake smile. Leo jogged over to you, a smile on his rosy cheeks . His eyebrows furrowed as he looked over your features. No doubt your eyes were red and glossy, your cheeks were stained and dirty, you looked like absolute hell.

“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve been crying?” You nod slowly, taking in a shaky breathe to try and keep yourself calm.

“Yeah, um..that day that I was at the mall with my friends? My boyfriend I broke up because the relationship wasn’t making him happy, and this week has just been hard for me.” You sighed, blinking back your tears. Quickly changing the subject you asked him a question, “Why are you here? You’re not a mutant…are you?” Leo chuckled and shook his head.

“No, my kid sister is though and today is my day off so I thought I’d come by and say hi to her, see how she’s been doing.” You nodded. “You might know her? Her names Carrie?” Your face lit up.

“Oh her? God she’s such a cutie, much like her brother.” You mentally face palmed, your cheeks blushing red. Did I just say that? I did didn’t I? You thought to yourself. Leo smiled.

“You think I’m cute?” You blushed again and looked down sheepishly. Leo chuckled. “Don’t worry, love, I think you’re cute too.” You looked up with a small smile, but face a bright red by now. He coughed awkwardly and  scratched the back of his head. “Would you mind helping me find my sister? I have no clue where I’m supposed to go and I’m pretty sure I’d get lost if I went wondering around here by myself.” You giggled and nodded.

“Of course, she might be outside so we’ll go out there first.” Leo nodded and you started your way out to the back. When you got there you started to walk around and search the ground for her. A little while later you spotted her, pointing her out to Leo. A grin stretched across his face as he watched his little sister play with her friends.

“Hey, Care Bear!” Leo shouted. Carrie turned around, her eyes landing on her brother. She squealed and sprinted over to the two of you, heading straight to her brother. She jumped up into his arms, smiling and wrapping him in a tight hug. You smiled, wishing you had a sibling bond like they did, or a sibling in general. Leo put Carrie down and she turned her head looking over at you and hugging you as well.

“What are you doing here, Leo?” Carrie asked once she pulled away from you.

“Well I came here to see you of course, I missed my little sis.” He smiled ruffling her hair. She groaned and swatted his hand away. “So how have you been? Any progress with your powers yet?” He asked, sitting on the ground. You went to walk away, not wanting to intrude on their time together but Leo grabbed your hand, pulling you down and sitting you right next to him. Carrie giggled.

“It’s good! I can grow just about anything now! And the Professor even had me fix his favorite tree because someone blew it up!” She said excitedly. Leo looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. You chuckled.

“It was my friend Scott, he basically has laser eyes and he hit the tree that the Professor’s grandfather planted.”  You explained. Leo nodded, chuckling. The siblings talked for a while until you heard the oh so familiar voices of your friends. You looked over your left shoulder to see them walking over to you.

Peter whizzed his way over to you, hugging you tightly and shaking you. “She’s alive! She came out of the cave!” He teased you. You shocked his arm, causing him to let go of you and hold his arm. “Ow! No need to electrocute me, missy.” He frowned. You chuckled, shaking your head.

“Hey, Y/N it’s nice to see that you came out of the- is that the boy from the ice-cream shop?” Jubilee grinned, looking at the Leo and then you quickly. You shook your head, smiling.

“Yes it is, this is Leo, his little sister is Carrie.” You motioned between the two. Carrie got up quickly and rushed over to Kurt, jumping up and hugging him. Kurt smiled sheepishly and hugged back. I looked over at Leo who was still smiling.

“She thinks Kurt’s a cat.” I whispered to him. He chuckled and nodded. The group sat down and introduced themselves to Leo and told them how talented and cute his little sister was.

“So, you two dating yet or what?” Peter said, eating a twinkie. Where the hell did that even come from? You nearly choked on air at Peter’s words, and shook your head, waving your hand in the air.

“No, no, I’m still trying to get over Alex remember?” Peter rolled his eyes and you glared at him. You looked over at Jean who was staring at one of the windows. “Jean? What are you staring at?” You question, looking up to see who or what caught her attention. When you looked up your eyes locked with Alex’s, his were full of sadness, pain, emotion. You quickly tore your eyes away and looked down, your chest rising and falling heavily.

“He’s pissed, Y/N.” Jean says in your head. You look down, shaking your head. You take in a few breathes and then look up, blinking quickly in case any tears had formed in your eyes. You stood up, brushing grass off of your body.

“I- we should probably getting going, don’t want to intrude on you and your sister catching up.” You say, voice squeaking a bit. Leo frowns a bit but nods. You quickly scurry off, your friends close behind you. You finally stop in the front corridor of the mansion, your lungs constricting, not letting in any air. You leaned against the sofa, wheezing for air.

“Hey, Y/N why’d -oh my god, are you okay?” Scott asked you worriedly as your group of friends huddled around you. You shook your head, rubbing your chest.

“Can’t.” Wheeze. “Breathe.” Wheeze. Scott looked over at his girlfriend, and she ran up the stairs, going to your room and looking for your inhaler. It probably took her a minute or so to find it, but within that minute the lack of oxygen had started to get to you. Jean ran back down, pushing the end of the inhaler into your mouth and pumping the air into your lungs. You held in the air for a minute and then exhaled, your vision straightening out and your grip on the couch loosening.

“What the hell was that? Did you just have a panic or asthma attack?” Asked Jean. You shrugged, shaking your head.

“I-I don’t know, I saw Alex in the window and I just-” You whimpered, wrapping your arms around your stomach. Jean frowned, enveloping you in a hug. You sobbed into her shoulder, your body shaking violently with every exhale you took. The group backed away, only Jean and Scott stayed with you. You sniffled into her hair. “It hurts so damn much, Jean.” You mumble, pulling away from her. She rubs your shoulders softly, trying to give a reassuring smile.

“I know, I know, but you’ll be okay. You have me, Scott, the others, and hell Leo is like so over his head with you, he couldn’t stop looking at you!” You giggle softly, sniffling a bit. “You’ll be okay, just give it time. I know you still love him, you just gotta find someone that loves you the same way.” You nodded slowly, giving her weak smile. “Come on, lets get you to bed, you haven’t slept in a week.” You nodded as Scott and Jean escorted you to your room. Unfortunately you had to pass Alex’s room in order to get to yours.

Alex must have sensed you or something because as soon as the three of you walked past his door, it opened and a sad, hung over Alex stood in the doorway.

“Y/N!” He shouted your name. Jean pulled you closer to her side and Scott turned around, glaring at his brother through his ruby glasses. You could hear him slam the door, which made you jump. When you got to your room Jean basically tucked you in like you were a child. She fluffed your pillow before laying her hand on your forehead, and before you knew it you were out cold and the thoughts of Alex had completely vanished.

“What did you just do?” Scott whispered to Jean. She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at your sleeping frame.

“I cleared her thoughts, it should help her sleep. I feel so bad for her, she loves Alex and the entire time it seemed like he loved her, but I guess now.” She shook her head, frowning. “Your brother is an ass, no offense.” Scott shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Nah, it’s fine, after what he said to her? He is an ass.” The two walked out, leaving you alone and sleeping peacefully in your bed. Or at least you thought you were sleeping peacefully.

Dreams of other girls touching, kissing, hugging Alex invaded your sleeping mind. You couldn’t even sleep without crying. Alex didn’t love you, he never did, and that’s what hurt the most. You gave him your innocence, your heart, your mind, you gave him everything. And he just fucking acted like he cared about you. Electric shocks bounced off your body, you shook as you slept, unable to open your eyes. You were trapped in your own little hell.

The door to your room opened and out of all the people in the mansion it just had to be Alex who walked into your room. He frowned when he saw you shaking and crying, knowing that he was the cause of your pain. He walked over to your bed, pulling out your desk chair and sitting in it beside you. He ran a hand through his tangled hair, sighing and looking down at his hands. God he was so stupid. He let you go, the only person he would open up to, the only person that wasn’t actually afraid of him. He let you go and he felt so stupid. He loved you, he really did, and those words he said to you over a week ago, he didn’t mean them.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I never meant what I said to you. I love you, you do make me happy, and I was so damn stupid to let you go.” He mumbled. Your back was faced to him so he couldn’t tell that you were awake.

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything.” You mumbled, not quite sure if he’d be able to hear you or not. To your surprise he did hear you. His eyes went wide, and you turned around, sitting up in the process. You rubbed you eyes, salt tears washing up on your knuckles. You look down at you lap, fully aware of Alex still sitting in your room and staring at you.  “Don’t look at me like that.”  You snapped, finally turning your head and looking at Alex.

“L-like what?” He stuttered. You rolled your eyes, your e/c landing back on Alex.

“Like we’re still together, you’re staring at me the way you used to when we were dating. God you made it so damn believable. I actually believed you loved me.” You scoffed, shaking your head. “I’m so stupid for thinking you did.” You muttered. Alex shook his head and reached out for your hand but you moved away from him.

 “Y/N,” He sighed. “I’m the stupid one, I’m the one who let you walk out the god damn door. I’m the one who’s making you cry. I’m the one who fucked up, not you so don’t you dare say you’re stupid because you’re not. You are so damn smart, sometimes I can’t even understand you because you’re so smart and you make me full dumb whenever you start going on about something you had learned in class.” He smiled a little as he looked down at his palms, as if he was remembering something.

“Get out.” You say flatly. Alex’s head  snaps upward, his eyes glossy as tears brimmed his waterline.

“What?” He whispered.

“I said get out, if you don’t I’ll make you and you sure as hell don’t want to see how I’m going to do that.” You growled. Alex’s body didn’t move, it’s like his brain wouldn’t allow his limbs to move. Your eyes sparked, a warning signal for him to get the hell out of your room. When he thought he could finally move he made his way to the door, looking back at you before closing it behind him. You let out a shaky breathe, one you didn’t even realize you were holding in.

The rest of the day was spent trying to sleep and everyone slowly coming to your room to give your piles of homework and give you some food. Maybe it was because of the breakup or you were just so depressed, but you couldn’t eat, the thought of eating made you gag.

Around 5:00 - 5:30-ish someone knocked on your door. You wipe your eyes and cough a little before saying, “Come in!” The door creaked open and you were shocked to see Leo standing at the thresh hold of your door. He walked in, leaning against the wall and giving you a small smile.

“Your friend Jean told me you’re room number, thought I’d just come and check up on you before I headed home.” You smiled weakly.

“Thanks Leo, that actually means a lot to me.” He nods.

“So I see that you’re still crying over the idiot who dumped you?” He asked. You chuckled and nodded slightly.

“I actually broke up with him, but there’s no need to tear open the already opened wound, right?” You chuckled to cover up your heart ache. Leo shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess so.” It was silent, and then Leo spoke again. “Well if you ever want to come talk to me or something, you know where I work.” Leo winked, making you blush. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He said as he opened the door.

“Yeah, see you around.” You said. He walked out, and with that you were left once again with your aching heart and your sad thoughts.

A Little Out of Place

Intro: So I got the Spock feels the other day (thanks to @storiesfromstarfleet) and so I spit out this little baby fic because I was feeling kinda down and wanted some Spock fluff and cuddles. 

Pairing: Spock x reader

Word Count: 1168

Summary: Reader is having a weird/anxious-y kinda day and Spock is there for cuddles.  Fluff.  That is all.  

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You heard your name from across the room, but you couldn’t bring yourself to respond to the familiar voice. 

“Are you still in bed?  We need to leave soon.”

You curled yourself tighter in the blankets and whimpered softly in to the pillow.

 “I don’t think I can go, Spock.” You croaked from your fetal position on the bed, unsure if he could even hear you. 

Soft, even footfalls sounded on the thin carpet as Spock rounded the bed, and soon his dark, tall form appeared in your view.  You barely looked up at him as you drew the blankets tighter around your chin. 

“Do you feel ill?” Spock asked, his voice soft with concern. 

You shook your head, messing up your hair as it rubbed against the pillow. 

“Then what is the matter?”

The question almost brought tears to your eyes and you managed a shrug, staring only at the space between his kneecaps. 

“Ashayam, you must tell me what is wrong or I cannot help you.” Spock squatted down in front of you now, his eyes becoming level with yours, a look of worry lining his features. 

“I don’t think I can go today.” You mumbled, your heart clenching and unclenching inside your chest, making it hard to breathe. 

“You must come, Y/N, it is a very important event.” Spock stated. 

Guilty tears began to roll down your cheeks, hot and thick, at the thought of disappointing Spock, and at your sudden change in emotion Spock’s features changed from worry to deep concern and alarm. 

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Battered and Bruised Ch. 3 (Bucky x reader)

Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed chapter two because things are about to get intense for chapter three. I hope the cliff hangar was good enough. Just a reminder that I love you all and that you have a wonderful day. I posted a Masterlist last night and you can find all my other works on there :)

Chapter 1 2

Description:  Bucky sees all the damage he’s physically done to you because of what H.Y.D.R.A. did to his mind.

Warnings: Violence, cursing, angst.


“I love you F/N. I never thought I would be able to love somebody, but I love you. And I never want to lose you. Never.” 

“And I love you. I always have and always will.”


The Russian man threw the notebook down, smirking. From your chair in the corner, you could see the scowl on Bucky’s face, but his hands were shaking. He was trying to be brave, but he was terrified. Your tears were streaming down your cheeks and every breath hurt like hell. You had been screaming out for Bucky, trying to calm him down in anyway possible. The pain in your ribs was excruciating, and you began to choke on your sobs, your throat burning. 

“Soldier, welcome home.” The man’s accent was so thick you could barely understand what he was saying.

“I am not your soldier. And this- this is not my home, you fucking bastard.” Bucky thrashed against his restraints. A heated anger began to burn inside his chest. 

The agent just scoffed at him, then turned his full attention to you. 

“And I’m guessing your the American, scum agent that knocked out most of my men.” His back was to the light and his enormous shadow loomed over you, obscuring his features. “Hmm,” he tilted your head up towards him with his index finger, letting him see your flushed, tear-stained face, “but with your skills, you could be a wonderful soldier. for H.Y.D.R.A.” He chuckled lightly.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Bucky growled, his chest heaving.

The unknown man circled you, like a vulture. He began to twist a curl of your hair, suddenly grabbing a fistful, yanking your head back. You cried in pain; hot tears were stinging your eyes. 

“Stop it! Get away from her!” Bucky was thrashing against the table, screaming, but it wasn’t moving one inch. You realized this table was specialized to keep him restrained. 

“Ah, so I found your weakness, зимний солдат.” The man had a wide grin on his face. “You love her, don’t you?” He released your hair and walked back to the table in the middle of the room. The pain from your head began to subside, but the waves of pain every time you breathed were still prominently there.

“I swear to God, if you lay another hand on her I will kill you.” The words were seething between Bucky’s clenched teeth. 

By the way this was going, you didn’t know if you were going to be leaving alive or in a body bag. Or worse, you would sticking around as another one of their super soldiers. 

“Bucky, look at me,” you croaked. Every word burned your throat and sent screams on pain through your body. He turned his head to you, eyebrows stitched together with hurt and worry. “I love you, James Buchanan Barnes. I always have and always will.”

“F/N, don’t say it like this is goodbye. Don’t do this.” Tears were making streaks down Bucky’s beautiful face. You gave him the best smile you could despite the immense pain. You didn’t know what could happen next, you and him were completely helpless. They took all of your weapons, even the extendable blade that was embedded into your uniform. He had a better chance of making it out, he was a super soldier after all. Though, your luck was running thin. Your chances of getting out of there in one piece were slimmer than ever.

“Enough of this.” The man spoke clearly this time, his anger and annoyance was building in his voice. “Let’s get started now солдат. Shall we?” He motioned towards the leather notebook, the star matching the one that used the be on Bucky’s vibranium arm. The agent picked it up, his eyes boring holes into him. 

Taking his sweet time, he opened it, flipping through the pages. He was going to enjoy watching both of you suffer.

“Bucky. Baby. Stay strong. Fight it, I know you can. Focus on something. Focus on me or Steve or us.” Your words brought more tears to your eyes, it was breaking your heart. “I love you. It’s going to be alright.” 

As you were talking him down, Bucky listened to the sound of your voice and closed his eyes. 


“Catch me if you can!” You yelled, caught up in a fit of laughter. You were wearing a yellow sundress, weaving in and out of the trees. 

“I’m coming after you!” Bucky chuckled, a huge smile was plastered on his face. He finally caught up to you, hugging your waist from behind. You both were breathless, falling to the ground, laughing. 


He opened them. Worry was knitted on his face. He had to keep these memories. He had to hold onto them, and maybe, just maybe his mind wouldn’t succumb to the pain and brainwashing. 

“Тоска..” The agent bellowed, letting the word echo through the room. Bucky’s metal arm twitched. He had to fight this. He couldn’t leave you. You were the one person he had, the one person he loved. 

“Ржавый..” Something began to click in Bucky’s head. The world began to spin around him.

“Stop!” You were screaming as you saw the love of your life being ripped apart right in front of you. “Baby, no. Don’t forget me. Don’t forget us.” You were choking on air and tears, your vision blurry. 

The man wielding the notebook began to speak louder and faster, realizing that you could jeopardize the activation.

“Печь, рассвет, семнадцать.” Bucky was thrashing around, trying to stay grounded. It was becoming harder and harder with every second. He was going in and out of his own, controlled mind. He tried focusing on another memory.


He rolled over, seeing your beautiful body laying beside him. This was the first morning you ever woke up together. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing you on the shoulder. A corner of your mouth curled up in reaction. 

“Good morning my love.” He spoke, breathing the words into your neck. 

“Good morning.” You groaned, placing a sweet kiss on his lips.

He smiled. “God, I love you so much F/N L/N.”


Thinking about you brought him back a little, making it easier to think clearly.

“Доброкачественный, девять, возвращение на родину.” The man was grinning from ear to ear as he saw you struggling against your restraints. 

You couldn’t run to him, bring him back down from this. Your croaked whispers were being drowned out by the echoing voice of the man who was torturing Bucky, right in front of you. 

“Один.” The room was booming with noise. Bucky’s screams gave you a sinking feeling and you felt yourself falling apart. 

He couldn’t fight it any longer. He kept recalling memories of you, repeating his name and your name in his head, hoping he wouldn’t forget it. Searing pain crept up to the front of his head, making his vision go blurry. Tears were streaming down his face, he was covered in sweat. 

He looked at you one last time, “F/N, forgive me.”

“грузовой вагон.” The agent stood still, waiting for a reaction from Bucky. His head was drooped forward, the long black strands covering his facial features. 

“Солдат?” He was eager for a response. 

Bucky’s head slowly drew up. “Готов выполнить.” 


The agent began to laugh hysterically. “Impressive, no?” He looked at you, the life drained out of you. 

“Солдат, kill her.” He smirked down at you, watching you as you remained stoic. The only thing that he could see were the silent tears rolling down your cheeks. He unlocked Bucky’s restraints and he immediantly got up, walking briskly towards you. 

“Bucky, I know you’re in there somewhere. I want you to know that I love you.” Your voice was scratchy and whispered. 

“Who the hell is that?” He asked you, pure evil was the only thing found in his once loving, blue eyes. Before you could say anything his metal fist came into contact with your jaw. An instant spike of pain emerged, you could taste blood in your mouth. 

“I don’t blame you for this. This isn’t you.” You whimpered, the pain in your jaw made it incredibly painful to speak. Were you afraid of him? No. What you were afraid that the real Bucky, your Bucky, would never come back. 

One, two, three punches landed in your other ribcage, gut, and face. 

You were spitting out blood. “It’s okay baby. I’m not afraid. I’ll always love you.” Your vision became spotty as pain coursed through every inch and every nerve of your body. 

“Shut up!” The Winter Soldier was all that was left standing in front of you. He began to deliver a series of punches all over you body, making your head spin. You didn’t scream or yell. You took it, every single punch. 

Blood was streaming down you face, arms, and it began to seep through your clothes on your stomach. You couldn’t focus on anything as your body became numb. He kept punching you, but you could no longer feel it. 

A blanket of white overtook your vision as you whispered, “I love you Bucky,” one last time before you collapsed in your chair, your world fading to black. 


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The Truth About Love - Marvel Series

I’ve started a series based of P!nk’s 2013 album with the same name. Each chapter will be based on a different song from said album, with each chapter based on you and a different marvel/avengers character.

True Love (Bucky x Reader) Part 1

Warnings: none really, fluff, humour, a stupid argument and a sexual innuendo if you squint hard enough.

Words:  765

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

God, it was one of those days. 

You had mentioned to Bucky, your boyfriend of 7 months, that he forgot to take the laundry to the washing room, again, which resulted in a pile up of dirty clothes in the hamper. The team had gone out for their lunches, missions, meetings, the like. You and Bucky had stayed behind, having nothing to do, which lead to…

Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say…” Bucky huffed, pacing around the coffee table.

Yeah? Well… Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face!” You stuttered back, earning a strangled noise of annoyance from the tall man in front of you.

There’s no one quite like you, Y/N… You push all my buttons down! God damn it, woman,” Bucky watched as you narrowed your eyes at him. The grumpy expression on his face made you want to squish his cheeks and make matters worse by tormenting him. You didn’t do it, though, instead, you walked up to his towering form and wrapped your arms around his waist.

I know life would suck without you, Bucky…” You breathed, the smell of coal tar soap and steel filling your nose as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. 

But, at the same time, I want to hug you but then I want to wrap my hands around your fucking neck. You’re such an asshole, sometimes, but you know what? I love you, and you make me so mad I ask myself why I’m still here.” You tilted your head up towards him, an arched brow adorning your features. “But where could I go?

You both laugh then, there was an unbreakable bond that a sniper could detect from miles and miles away. Bucky walked from the lounge to the kitchen and you followed him like a lost puppy, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and making yourself a drink of water.

You’re the only love I’ve ever known… Buck, well, apart from Mr Tiggles.” You snort, a few little tears forming in your eyes.

I hate you, I really do… So much I think it must be true love.” Bucky grumbled, he turned around to face you when you choked on your drink at the words.

True love? It must be…” You giggled, “Nothing else can break my heart like true love.

Well, doll, no one else can break my heart like you.

You leaned up to kiss him then, love and adoration mingling between your lips.

Bucky suddenly pulled away and looked at you with accusing eyes. You tilted your head like a confused puppy and looked side to side. 

“You could just once try not to be so mean. Swatting my ass and making me jump when I’m trying to have a serious conversation with Sam or Steve or Tony for that matter. I have feelings! Wrap your brain around them!” Bucky chirped.

You bit the inside of your cheek, you thought the small argument was over but it obviously wasn’t.

Well, maybe you could take me out once in awhile? Some flowers for being a decent girlfriend? I BUY YOU TAKE OUT!!! Those butt pinches aren’t for nothing you know! Repeat after me R-O-M-A-N-C-E, c’mon, I’ll say it slowly if you want. You can do it, babe!” You reprimanded sarcastically. Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes.

NOW I’m the one that wants to wrap my hands around your fuckin’ neck, Jesus Christ, Y/N. You can be such an…an idiot. You seriously rub me up the wrong way sometimes, doll. Why do you say the things you say?” Your shoulders slumped at his words, suddenly the kettle became more interesting than his steely gaze. “Why DON’T you mention things like this? I can’t take non-verbal hints, I can take stuff like, ‘Oh! Bucky! I passed by this flower shop and they had the loveliest Carnations!!’ Or, ‘I really need a back massage’ or, better yet, ‘Oh Bucky! Please make love to me toni-’”

You slapped your hand over his mouth then, biting your lips to stop from laughing as his muffled words continued to flow freely from his lips, poorly imitating you.

Sometimes I wonder how we ever came to be together.. Jerk.” You let Bucky take your hand away from his mouth, pulling you against him tightly.

Cos without out you I’m incomplete, punk.

Ah, no one else can break my heart like you,” You huffed. “now, you mentioned a massage…

Indeed, nothing breaks someone’s heart like true love, but nothing breaks your heart like James Buchanan Barnes.


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All the Things I Didn’t Say

All the Things I Didn’t Say

Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 3350ish

Warnings: Angssst, 2 curse words

Part one HERE!

A/N: This took longer than I wanted it but im a lazy piece o crap. I think this is canceling out my other request for “no happy ending” but like I cant ignore this request so here you go.

Originally posted by tmholland

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Hidden Stars Pt.2 (M)

Pt. | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |  -   [Drabbles]

Pairing:  Jungkook x Reader,  Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut/Angst 

Word Count: 5,553

Description: It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

“Jungkook and his girlfriend.” The words leave Yoongi’s mouth, and you immediately feel as if a hole has been punched through your chest.

“S-sorry what did you just say?” You knew that you had heard him perfectly clear, but there was something inside of you that didn’t want to register the words as real, or truthful.

“I said Jungkook and his girlfriend. They’ve been fighting so much these past few months, I don’t know why. Two years together, and you’d think they’d learn how to handle each other.” Yoongi laughs, but you feel the whole in your chest grow even wider.

“Two years?” You whisper, more to yourself in disbelief than to Yoongi, but he takes it as that.

“Yeah, long time right?” You don’t say anything as you try to turn all of your attention to the tears currently pooling in your eyes, and trying not to let them spill over. You trap your bottom lip between your teeth, and try not to blink, but it proves futile as you feel a wetness start to streak down your face. Yoongi sees the tears, along with the way your hands were starting to shake.

“Woah Y/N, what’s wrong?” You see Yoongi jump up from his seat, round the table, and pull a chair up next to you. He notices you trying to keep your hair down, so that he can’t see the way your tears were starting to flow faster.

“Hey, look at me.” He whispers, and you turn hesitantly towards him, but only slightly.

“Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” Yoongi takes his hand, and lifts it up to tuck the fallen hair behind your ear, putting your tear stained face on full display.

“I-I don’t know if I should, I don’t want you to think I’m a bad person.” You sniffle out, as the weight of the situation comes crashing down on you. Jungkook has a girlfriend; a girlfriend that he’d been dating for two years. One that probably loves him a lot, and thought that these past few months had just been a rough patch in their relationship. One that didn’t know that Jungkook has been cheating on her for months with some random girl.

And that random girl was you.

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